As the Wood Clone was lost in thought, his expression shifted slightly. He turned toward a certain direction in mild puzzlement. It was not because of the newcomer's seventh-rank strength, but because he sensed a familiar Flying Thunder God Formula.
"Did the original body settle things so quickly?"
A trace of surprise appeared in the Wood Clone's eyes. With a thought, he immediately figured out the general situation, then quietly waited.
"Whoosh...!"
Accompanied by the sound of tearing air, Yang Xue's figure instantly appeared before the two-story building.
"Phew, thank goodness, thank goodness!!"
Looking at the familiar little building before her, Yang Xue let out a long breath. Especially after sensing the familiar aura inside—the one she would never forget even in death—her body trembled involuntarily. The worry in her eyes completely faded away, leaving only boundless excitement.
"Nuan Nuan!"
Yang Xue murmured softly as she slowly walked toward the building. Perhaps she was too excited; the closer she got, the more violently her body trembled.
"Phew!"
Looking at the door within reach, Yang Xue extended a trembling hand, wanting to press the doorbell beside it. Yet her hand seemed to freeze in midair, unable to come down for a long while.
"What are you waiting for?"
It was not until the Wood Clone could no longer stand watching that he spoke directly, startling Yang Xue awake.
Yang Xue's pupils shrank as she instantly turned around. When she saw the Wood Clone leaning lazily against the wall in the darkness, she promptly swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth.
"My lord, why are you here too?"
"Oh, I'm only a clone. The original body sent me here to protect Nuan Nuan. Looks like the original body revived you. You're already here, so why aren't you going in?"